I’ve been doing really well with my eating. Bringing my lunch to work along with fresh fruit and yogurt has helped me to stay full without gorging myself at the restaurants around my office downtown.
Yesterday we celebrated one of my coworkers birthdays in the office. Her department brought in cake. And not just any cake… they brought in a rich red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting.
In other words, they brought in baked crack.
I discovered baked crack red velvet cake a few years ago at a bakery in my neighborhood. I quickly developed a “slice a week” habit that took me weeks to shake. Every Sunday after church, I would walk to the bakery, order a $5.50 slice of Red Velvet and take it home to enjoy with a glass of soy milk. Now I can indulge once in a while, but I know I’m one forkful away from a relapse.
I followed the lead of the (skinny)girls in my office and asked for “just a sliver” of cake. I took my small piece back to my desk with a bottle of water and savored every last morsel. The “sliver” I’d requested was not a full indulgence and although I was proud of myself calorie-wise, I was jonesing. I decided to get another bottle of water from the kitchen to ease my craving but before I could get to the water cooler, I heard my name, Pssst… CeCe! I turned around to see where the whisper came from but no one was there. I took a few more steps towards the water cooler and then I heard it again, CeCe… CeCe. I turned to my right and there, sitting on the lunch table was… the rest of the red velvet cake calling my name. I guess all of our “slivers” hadn’t made much of a dent in the cake, because there was a whole lot left.
My mind started to wander It would be so easy to take another hit of Red Velvet… no one would know… I could even do an extra 20 minutes on the treadmill to burn it off!
I tried to avoid eye contact with the cake, leave me alone! I wanted to say… but who talks to a cake?
I stayed strong, grabbed two bottles of water instead of one and ran out of the kitchen before my addiction took hold of me once more.
Whew, that was a close one.
aw * claps……so proud of you boo…meanwhile is jonesing a world wide slang..thought it was peculiar to my part of the world..interesting
How did you do that? I’ve been having this problem with cheese. Everyone at my office is having the problem but my skinny boss wont stop buying it. It’s all gormet and it’s ALWAYS there. Calling my name all day ever day. I have no self control. I’ve already gained five pounds working here.
YAY!!! THAT A GIRL!
When I’m having a craving for something I shouldnt have at work. I usually can be found standing in front of the vending & pop machines, just looking.
Most of the time, its enough to just look at it to get past the craving.
I have a salty tooth, not a sweet tooth. Give me a huge saltlick and I’m happy lol
Well done! You have some super human self control there. I have absolutely zero self discipline especially when it comes to cake so hearty congratulations are in order I think. Maybe even a celebration of some kind. Perhaps just one teeny tiny celebratory slice of cake. Don’t worry if you don’t want to eat the celebratory slice, I’ll do it for you! Xxx
all of a sudden…i really want some red velvet cake!
OMG! Way to go! I know I couldn’t do something like that. It’s hard maintaining a diet when you’re at work and your co-workers are constantly ordering out or bringing things in that’ll tempt you to eat more. I know I’m struggling with that right now. And I try to justify eating more by thinking “oh, I’ll just extend my workout later on” or “I’ll eat little for dinner”. It’s reallllllly hard! But I am really proud of u! Thanks for the inspirational blogs!!!
Yay! I’m so happy that you were able to resist! I have to admit having goodies at work makes it hard to stay on track, Red velvet cake is my crack too, I just had a mini-cupcake from my favorite cupcake place this morning..its very hard not to go back and get a full size. But you were able to stay strong, so I’m not gonna cave in either!! 🙂
Way to go CeCe! I’ve was able to get in a workout everyday last week. Then Monday rolled along and it was so cold, I bundled up under a blanket and read Wicked. For 4 hours. While eating. Ice Cream.
So yesterday I told myself that I was not going to have another Monday meltdown and packed a healthy lunch… but the guys at work said to have lunch with them across the street… “No, no you go ahead.” “C’mon, you never eat with us, just this once, WE’LL BUY…” And that’s how I ended up eating 1/3 lb of BBQ brisket with steak fries on the side. Luckily I confessed to my sister and she forced me to workout. Today is a new day!
Keep it up, CeCe!
Great job!!! I totally understand that cake is addictive! You made the right choice, when you weigh in, you will be loving yourself for doing the right thing! Get it girl!
“I tried to avoid eye contact with the cake, ‘leave me alone!’ I wanted to say… but who talks to a cake?”
More people than you might think talk to cake, and they never initiate the conversation either. 😉
Proud of you!
I talk to my food all the time. What? That’s not normal? P.S. I’m so hungry now.
I don’t know if I could have walked away from the beckoning cake. You have willpower!! BTW, I have been slacking in my blog reading lately and I am just seeing it and I love your new layout!
Good for you Ce Ce. It’s what you gotta do when the red devil comes to sit near you.
If you can the next time this happens, see if you can take an hour off, maybe at lunch time, and go out and buy yourself something cool that replaces that urge for the red devil. Nothing too expensive..a nice long sleeved T, a vest, a cool necklace, a pair of tights, a facial scrub, a scarf. Something that you’ll enjoy fitting into or use to accessorize a favorite piece in your closet. When you look so gorgeous in front of the mirror you won’t think of the might have been of the red devil’s cute little footprints..
Hell yes!
We celebrate every birthday with cake or cookies. And it’s ALWAYS somebody’s birthday. But red velvet cake? That would be difficult.
I know it’s not reasonable, but I get kind of pissed whenever someone brings in donuts. It’s not up to them to give up everything just because I’m giving it up.
Still..pisses me off. 🙂
I love the term “baked crack!” It truly is that! Why is it that fat tastes do damn good?!
God, good for you. I would have stuffed that baby into my mouf like no one’s business.
Good for you!!! I have little to no willpower…I understand how hard it is to say no or just have a bite. I have this current problem with Snicker’s ice cream bars…they are SO good. 🙂
Good for you, keep up the good work.
Proud of ya Girl!
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